Patti Morelli

The evening was nice

He held me all through the night

In the morning as I awoke

To see this man fast asleep by my side

I reached for a cigarette to find I had none

I reached across to smoke one of his

I puffed deeply exhaled the smoke

Whispered a long sigh

Yes this cigarette was fulfilling my urge

Yet so much was amiss

It was not the flavor or aroma I craved

I look over at the man and sorry to say

Last night we may have fulfilled each others needs

But as with my cigarette

I knew he was not what I craved

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